Beckett doesn’t move.
Aside from grabbing my phone and silencing it, I don’t either.
I just lie there, feeling heavy, almost like I’ve been drugged.
Honestly, I could have stayed like that all day, except I don’t get to opt out of the things I’d planned.
Besides, it shouldn’t be too much of a burden—today, at least. After all…
It’s a spa day.
When I openthe glass door to theParadise Spa & Thermal Suite, I’m immediately hit with fragrances of eucalyptus, expensive perfume, and manufactured calm.
This isgoingto relax me. It’s a spa, for goodness sake.
And yet, after standing there longer than necessary, with that soft, meditative type of music floating through the room, the heaviness in me doesn’t ease.
In fact, it may have gotten worse.
Still, I do what I have to do.
As I follow the attendant through to the back, I straighten my shoulders, smooth my expression, and tuck the darkness away.
All is well.Everything is fine.
Because this isn’t my moment.
Luna is already in the locker room when I arrive, wrapped in one of those impossibly fluffy white robes, hair twisted up, cheeks a little flushed. Even tired, joy seems to sit easily on her.
An attendant presses a robe into my hands and the moment she leaves us alone, Luna’s eyes go wide.
“I’m wearing my swimsuit,” she whispers, like she’s confessing something scandalous. “She said we could go… you know. Natural. But?—”
I laugh, already digging into my bag. “You’re fine. I brought mine.”
She exhales in relief, and while she wanders over to one of the windows, I turn my back to change. My breath stutters a little at having a few extra seconds where I don’t have to beon.
“I can tell you haven’t had your coffee yet.”
“Oh, can you?” I say, focusing on the familiar motions—pulling on my suit, tying the robe. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby. It was like the ship was rocking me to slee?—”
Tay barrels in, mid-gush. “I cannot believe I’m late. I’m never late.” She tosses her robe onto a bench and starts changing without breaking stride. “And for the record, the only reason I slept in is because the guys were out so late. Idiots.”
Luna snorts. “How would you know?”
“My cabin’s right next to theirs,” Tay says cheerfully. “Those walls are thin.”
Luna laughs, shaking her head. “I was wiped, but Noah went down for a few drinks with Simon after I went to bed. When he brought me my coffee this morning, he said things got a little wild.”
I listen with half an ear, nodding at the right moments, grateful for the chatter. Grateful for the noise.
And doing my very best not to think about Beckett at all.
A spa attendant peeks around the door and then strolls in. “We’ll start with the sauna, if that works for everyone.”
Luna clears her throat. “Is it safe for, you know… women who might be expecting?”
